Neighbor

Neighbor Babul Ahmed We have two well Everywhere in the middle of the Virgin River flowing. Your home on the north side I, along with the southern windows. Every morning, facing East We see both sunrise, Road, the western horizon Scarlet red beam bent-law of shame. Our feet below the soil Soft or dust dhusara agricultural soils Rivers flowing below, Constantly flowing beneath brings. The smell of the soil, rice Kaun. Only the sky over our heads. Its dense blue or ash color dhusarata One more red sun or Baby Krishna black cloud confusion, Stars in the night, all the same Galaxies, wain, the North Star, or Venus, Paint-stained firefly night anymore. Batasatao so ina r ÿ cameli air, Jasmine or Shefali, Belly, easterly haoyaya Sail boat, row, bucolic melody, issued row. Vortex air route dust, straw, kite reel, Bagatta predictable. Our skin color Light brown or bright Shyamala, Our wagtail sisa, Manik weld Rice myna, pilgrimages, Crow, Lily striped bisahari swelling. The river flowing through the center of our two His babble, transparent salila, frisky fish, Flag waves on the border of the dissection. Unknown to all but silent concert Ganga flows from the Buriganga. Sylhet 1 April 015, 11:05 am